August wrote ten chapters of a story no one read.
A lonely boy. A haunted warrior. A world built from grief and silence.
Then he gave up. Grew up. Moved on.
But stories don’t always stay dead.
Years later, the sketchbook reappears. The drawings change. The silence breathes.
And Arthur the character August killed off in a dramatic middle school death scene starts to remember him back.
Now August is falling into a world he forgot how to finish. A world full of monsters, broken gods, and voices that speak from between the lines. The only thing more dangerous than what’s waking up… is what he buried to keep the story from continuing.
And this time, he’s not the author.
He’s just a witness.